What really is human nature?

What do we really care about? Our ideologies, our beliefs, our likes, our dislikes. That's all .

What drives human beings to accept extremism as an ideology they can thrive under? Intolerance. Where does it arise from? once again, belief in ones ideology to the point where any other ideology is not true.

We all know that vegetables are basically all the nutrients that the plant supplies to the seed until that time the seed is ready for germination. That's exactly what we do too. We protect and nurture our ideology with our ego. The bigger the ego the stronger the ideology. Human ego can thrive either with extreme clarity of thought or its lack thereof. Everywhere else in that spectrum, ego can be controlled and channeled. The two ends of the spectrum are the two extremes which can never actually meet; analogous to parallel lines. It is only the foolish who think they can jump from one end to the other, thereby accepting ideologies that are not their own but ones they desperately seek to endorse. It is probably their fear of loosing their own existence owing to the lack of purpose in life which drives them to forgo logic and run behind a mirage. This pseudo convergence hurts others living in the spectrum in the process whose lives are not driven by ego but by a purpose of any degree.

How do we tackle such an issue without eliminating the two extremes in the equation? Violence is not the solution. Violence is never the solution. Yet, every time we are hurt, we seek to eliminate the cause of the hurt and violence of any degree is the first thing that comes to our mind.

How do we get rid of this?

How....

The seemingly endless loop

She's everything a man could want

But she's not you!

And when we are dancing

It almost feels the same

I gotta stop myself from whispering your name

She even kisses me like you used to do

And it's just breaking my heart

'coz she's not you...

......

...I gotta stop myself from whispering your name

Achieve what is humanly possible and then go beyond that to set new boundaries

"On 8 December 1995 at the age of 43, Jean Dominique Bauby suffered a massive stroke. When he woke up twenty days later, he found he was entirely speechless; he could only blink his left eyelid. Called locked-in syndrome, this is a condition wherein the mental faculties remain intact but most of the body is paralyzed. In Bauby's case his mouth, arms, and legs were paralyzed, and he lost 27 kilograms (60 lb) in the first 20 weeks after his stroke.

Despite his condition, he wrote the book The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by blinking when the correct letter was reached by a person slowly reciting the alphabet over and over again using a system called partner-assisted scanning. Bauby composed and edited the book entirely in his head, and dictated it one letter at a time. To make dictation more efficient, Bauby's interlocutor, Claude Mendibil, listed the letters in accordance with their frequency in the French language. The book was published in France on 7 March 1997. Bauby died suddenly from pneumonia ten days after the publication of his book, and is buried in a family grave at the Père-Lachaisecemetery in Paris, France " - Wikipedia

In practically the most difficult state, the man wrote a book. Again, it shows that our capabilities are only bounded by our thoughts. Think and act!

~Kashyap

O(2^p)

Where p = n^m; n is the number of ideas and m is the number of possibilities that exist for us and we limit and restrict it at every turn. We are so anchored on giving excuses for every single failure and whining about lost chances that we sometimes convince ourselves if it weren't for the evil universe plotting against us, we would succeed every 'now and then' and even in the time between 'now and then'.

Think about this, one of the brightest minds of our time Dr. Stephen Hawkings has a disability that practically close to 0 percent of the people who suffer from it can think beyond their rooms and lives. Mind you I mean no disregard to their disability. I am only pointing at how almost all of us suffer from a motor neuron disease.

Stop giving excuses to failures. Then, you never know where the next big leap for mankind can come from.

The Sand

I once had sand in my hand. I was so nervous that it would fall off. So I started tightening my grip, spent all my time fretting about losing the sand through the gap in my clenched fist. I barely had time to play with it in my palm. I wanted it all for myself. I lost track of everything in my life. I became obsessed with 'not losing' the sand. I didn't realize that I was suffocating it. Slowly and surely, it slipped out of my hand. There are just a few grains left. Now that the sand is gone, I'm frantically searching for memories of me gleefully playing with it. I wish I had more memories to cherish than I do.

~Kashyap

Belief and aspiration

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Slam dunk into the trash can

I am what I am and I know what I am, so, enough with the stupid emotional stuff that I've been posting for a long time now. Henceforth, this blog will be about my perspectives on life, death, economy, politics, sports, philosophy, the universe, movies, now obscure telugu literature in particular, literature in general and my short stories.

February 10th it is... :)

Cheers
Brijesh Kashyap